At the shore of a fast stream
A youthful girl sat
she wailed and wept from sadness
The grass was wet from the tears
she threw the flowers that she saw
somberly in the stream and yelled
Oh dear father, dear mother,
dear sister, dear brother, come, come
a rich man,
walking past the stream discovers her bitter pain
there where he sees the girl wail
it breaks his compassionate heart
he spoke to her 'Well, dear girl, speak up
and don't be shy
Is it the case that thou art moaning and
shrieking, if it is then so I shall help thee'
She sighed and she looked at him comfortless
and spoke to him 'Oh, kind man
a poor orphan is what thou sees standing here whom
only fate can help'
The man spoke 'and child don't wail anymore,
your heart doesn't deserve pain
I will be your brother and your father and your buddy and lover as well
He suavely took her hand
and called her his bride
and put her at the waterside
out of her bad clothes